She had been counting down the hours, counting down the minutes, counting down the seconds, till his return. The house work was done, everything in it's place, everything cleaned and tidy, the house in order, just as he liked it. She waited in front of his black leather arm chair, naked except for the collar he had placed around her neck months ago and the simple silver ring around her finger. She sat there kneeling hands on her thighs palms upwards, eyes to the ground, her long black hair falling down her face touching the round of her breast. She had been in position since the moment he had left work, silently praying to herself that today's journey would be quick, that he didn't have to stay late, that the lights would run green. She prayed that he would be with her soon, so she could bask in him, his presence, his aura, his scent, his control.
He had speed out of the office, turning aside the work that still needed to be completed, driving hard and fast, through the slate grey sky. He had been counting down the hours, the minutes, the seconds, till he would be back. To bask in her presence , her aura, her scent, to take her under his control.
Two harts lept as the key slide easily into the lock, the click of the door, the cold rush of air following him in. For a moment she almost lost control, every sinew in her body wanted to spring up, to run to him, to hold him. He felt the same he wanted to run to her grab her fall into her embrace, hold her tight and close and lay there contented. That was not for today, he knew, as he always knew, what he wanted tonight. Almost telepathically, two as one they both knew what tonight would be, were it would go, how it would end, the shape and feel of it before it had even happened.
Unbuttoning the cashmere overcoat slowly, sliding it off his tired shoulders hanging it on its peg. He walked into the living room. For a second it was as if time stood still, his gaze fell upon her, eyes slowly moving down over her lithe body, that long black hair, soft light brown skin, those toes , so perfectly formed, curled under her round ripe rear.
His mind drew back to the beginning. Meeting her in the supermarket, planning his trips to meet her, starting random conversations, seeing the Desiree in her eyes, showing it back in his. Even then at the very beginning somehow he could see this, here today, what they had now.
He sat down slowly and silently, stretching out his feet. Her hands moved to them, swiftly untieing the leather laces, sliding them from his feet, taking them from his feet, the sleek pointed black leather shoes, returning them to the hallway, placing them correctly under his coat. She returned to him, picking up the heavy glass ash tray, the small espresso cup in its saucer filled with the rich dark sweet liquid, the malaboros, the zippo lighter. Watching him as he put the cigarette to his mouth. She flicked the lighter on putting it to the tip watching as it turned a bright red, watching as he exhaled the smoke, taking it from him, feeling it fill her lungs. Everything as he desired, as he had trained her, as she desired.
He flicked the remote control, Mission to Burma playing, guitars and drums playing at conflicting angles, as Academy Flight Song played. Slowly, dutifully she pulled his socks from him. Pouring the almond oil into her hands, rubbing them slowly warming it, coating herself. Placing her hands over his feet, rubbing the tied solos, working her fingers into his skin, massaging the muscles. As she did this he let his head fall back, feeling the tiredness of the day dissolve, seeping out of him, refreshing him as his sub, his slave, his queen, his world worked her magic on him. No matter the day, no matter the events, no matter the state of the outside world, this here with her, in there home together, he was safe, he was warm, he was loved. Here with him the past no longer mattered, what had gone before, were she had come from, what she had been through, she was safe, nothing could touch her, in his arms, in his hart, she was safe and protected.
He took a deep pull from the cigarette, as he did he took a sip from the black coffee, in it's White porcelain cup. Tapping his thigh now, silently. She placed her head to the spot he had tapped. Resting feeling more comfortable then she ever believed possible. The soft wool of his trouser leg against her check. Slowly he ran his hand through her hair, letting the soft black strands fall through his fingers, genitally massaging the soft skin of her scalp. Her braving soft and slow, warm and contented, at his touch.
He moved his hand from her head, down to his zipper, slowly moving the fasting down. She looked at his strong nimble fingers, wide eyed knowing what came next. With out command she reached into the opening and pulled him out. Slowly, genitally, running her fingers over his manhood, feeling him grow in her hand, the blood pumping through him. Tighter now gripping him, as he grow larger still, running her hand up and down his length, her hands still coated in the scented oil, sliding easily up and down his length, till she reached the head. Her movements slow and steady, gripping just under the head, running her thumb over the large head, pressing down just slightly, applying just the desired amount of pressure. Her thumb working him as he took a long pull on the cigarette, finishing the coffee, unwinding from the day.
As she heard the coffee cup being placed on it's saucer she knew what to do. Still gripping him in her hand she lowered her head to him, rising up off the floor, pressing her hand to his knee, genitally to steady herself, running her Tongue over the tip of his cock, at long last tasting him in her mouth. Instinctively and almost in union, both there eyes meet, him staring down, her staring up to his gaze. Her tongue circling him long full licks of his cock, her eyes never leaving him. Her hot wet tongue never leaving him as she licked all over him, down his length then back up till she got what she desired. That first drop of precum, her hart lept at the taste, as she lowered her lips to him now taking his head into her mouth, still there eyes locked together, as her blow his cigarette smoke out his nose.
To be continued
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